Sometimes, in this hectic life, I doubt that I have forgotten to actually live. Life is what? To follow whatever everyone is doing. Born, study, work, die. Isn’t it the perfect pattern we all follow? Life is just a brief journey from birth to death. It’s like we’re born here to endure that journey until
I miss my father every single day .When I see a father caring for his child, showing love, protecting them, being there for them, it all makes me sad, because I now have no one to give back that extra care to. I miss him every single day. I grieve for him every single day.
Before being a daughter to your parents, before being a sister to your brother, before being a wife to your husband, before being a mother to your children, you are first and foremost a person. And that should always be your prime goal in life: to protect and nurture the person you are. So often,
Today is New Year’s Day, 2026. And I am stepping into this year with one person less. One person less to show off my success to. One person less to share my happiness with. One person less to confide my worries in. One person less to lean on when life feels heavy. I lost my
When I look back at the worries I once had, they seem so silly now. I almost feel sorry for the version of me who carried so much fear and anxiety. I shouldn’t have been so consumed by the things that once terrified me. Isn’t that the kind of realisation that comes with age? They
